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Wielbelkia wrote:The Wielbelkian-Egoian border was in a weird spot. It was both considered militarily a low priority as Egoia was seen as nothing but anarchist rabble but there were still concerns over border incursions so it couldn't be left undermanned either. This was eventually settled by Crown Prince Einfrieren himself stepping in and ordering the creation of the Kaiserliche Grenztruppen (Imperial Border Troops) who would take over the Army's job of securing non-militarized borders. So it was the troops of the 9th Border Company, 6th Border Regiment "Hans Clausewitz", that were sitting in the border outpost in the crowd's path. The outpost itself was on the smaller side, a single command bunker, a barracks; armory and watchtower the only buildings there. The entrance meanwhile was flanked by sandbag emplacements and wire fence. The first one to spot them was one Private Hans Schultz in the watchtower, who nearly dropped his binoculars when noticing the large crowd. He quickly did a double take then elbowed the other soldier in the watchtower with him, pointing frantically at them. After having the other soldier keep an eye on them Schultz frantically ran down the steps to the watchtower and towards the command bunker. Causing some of the other border guards to raise an eyebrow. He promptly burst in yelling "Herr Kommandant!". The officer in charge, one Leutnant Wilhelm Klink glared at him annoyed over a book he was reading.

"What is it this time Schultz? This better not be another complaint about the weather." he said. Schultz promptly saluted before speaking in a more calm tone. "Th-there's a crowd on the way here." This got Klink's attention as he quickly stood up, shutting the book.

"What!? How many?"

"About 30 or so I think."

Klink took a deep breath before looking at the other troops in the bunker. "Well don't just stand there like deer caught on the railway, get into positions! Make sure the MG is ready and tell HQ we've got visitors!" On cue all the troops went into action, the radioman quickly sending a message to the nearest outpost to be passed along to the Regimental HQ. By the time the crowd got close enough to be in shouting distance an MG14 was set up on the sandbags while other troops stood ready with rifles. Klink himself was flanked by two guards with MP 19 SMGs and stood with confidence. He smirked as the leader of the "rabble" made their request.

"Who are you even and why exactly should I permit you access into the Emperor's territories?"

The crowd seemed to giggle at the idea of "The emperor's territory" but made no vocal statement.

The leader removed her hood revealing tattoos with odd purple marks around her neck and shoulders and she began to speak in a rough mixture of Wielbelkian and Pradian with an Egoian accent which made it probably very difficult to understand, "We are the Cult of the Void. We are missionaries, we come to spread our message to the people of Wielbelkia. The Great Nothing has bid us this way," she rolls her eyes, "also technically a diplomatic mission to your capital."

She reaches into a satchel at her side with documents including a letter with the diplomatic seal of Staalgrad and a passport, "You should find that things are in order. You aren't scared of hooded figures and chimes stalking the shadows in the woods are you? Our guns are old rifles from the war, back when we seceded. Most of our party is unarmed, but should you wish to slaughter us on your border, it would be a dear shame to kill a diplomatic envoy, not that the majority of the world would care about you killing us, no one would ever know say for clans and villages, not that your kaiser cares about that. The Congress would have sent a message but at the moment it is disbanded until next year or until called for by a special session."

Wielbelkia

Egoia wrote:The crowd seemed to giggle at the idea of "The emperor's territory" but made no vocal statement.

The leader removed her hood revealing tattoos with odd purple marks around her neck and shoulders and she began to speak in a rough mixture of Wielbelkian and Pradian with an Egoian accent which made it probably very difficult to understand, "We are the Cult of the Void. We are missionaries, we come to spread our message to the people of Wielbelkia. The Great Nothing has bid us this way," she rolls her eyes, "also technically a diplomatic mission to your capital."

She reaches into a satchel at her side with documents including a letter with the diplomatic seal of Staalgrad and a passport, "You should find that things are in order. You aren't scared of hooded figures and chimes stalking the shadows in the woods are you? Our guns are old rifles from the war, back when we seceded. Most of our party is unarmed, but should you wish to slaughter us on your border, it would be a dear shame to kill a diplomatic envoy, not that the majority of the world would care about you killing us, no one would ever know say for clans and villages, not that your kaiser cares about that. The Congress would have sent a message but at the moment it is disbanded until next year or until called for by a special session."

Klink glared at the woman before looking at the documents, his scowl only deepening the further he read. Through grit teeth he said "Enjoy your stay." and motioned for them to be let through the checkpoint. Though as they got out of earshot Klink sighed in resignation, muttering to himself about hoping the group got eaten by the wildlife on their way towards Dinsmark. The border guards meanwhile keeping an eye (and gun) on the unusual crowd at all times until they were gone.

Khaos Invaders, Worklaw, Serdian republic, and Egoia

Wielbelkia wrote:Klink glared at the woman before looking at the documents, his scowl only deepening the further he read. Through grit teeth he said "Enjoy your stay." and motioned for them to be let through the checkpoint. Though as they got out of earshot Klink sighed in resignation, muttering to himself about hoping the group got eaten by the wildlife on their way towards Dinsmark. The border guards meanwhile keeping an eye (and gun) on the unusual crowd at all times until they were gone.

With that the group continued along their way to Dinsmark. The procession would pass through any towns and the likes on their march towards the capital and it would indeed be quite the site to any travelers along the roads. Superstitious or religious folks could feel very unnerved and even terrified of this group, as it was as if a dark shadow followed them wherever they went. Those brave enough to talk to them would find however a great, if not a bit eccentric, compassion among this procession even while the feeling of void and shadow lingered around this group.

The group, having absolutely zero funds, would simply either barter with jewelry or other goods for supplies if needed and even would provide free food and water to the less fortunate, with the "blessings of the void" on their lips. The Cult also would not stop in inns or hotels, rather they would take camp outside villages. There songs and calls and even prayers might be heard, rituals to a dark god, or thanks for protecting them along their journey, or just to creep people out, no one could be certain.

When they finally arrived to their destination along the outskirts of the city they would indeed present the most peculiar site and, indeed, the procession would be enamored by the city and it's splendor, at the same time slightly abhorred by any poverty they see. The procession would then ask for directions to the ministry of foreign affairs and make their way there.

Wielbelkia and Worklaw

Why? :(

Worklaw and Serdian republic

Tauberg Expedition, Schayne, Waldreich mountains. HMRS Khulan of Myangan Nulimsny

On the snow covered deck of the Khulan, the clouds parted to reveal very blue skies, three men stand in front of Lord Commander Megujin Amarsaikhan(in his combat gear previously seen), as he inspects them.

"You there, man on the left, name?" he questions

Answering back, the man on the left does the Arvugian salute of putting a fist to his chest "Kuzhuk Ariunbold, Lord Commander."

"From the Ariunbold clan eh? a real shame if what i see ends up souring my view of that clan." pacing around the three men, he stops once again front of them "You have been assigned a recon task inside the target settlement, but before we get into the briefing i will, in accordance with the Basic Law, inspect your equipment prior to a mission. Now beginning with you Ariunbold, hold out your rifle"

Kuzhuk holds his rifle directly out in front of him horizontally as Megujin lifts it off his hands, Megujin notices that his rifle is a Mosin Nagant, racking the bolt back and forth and inspecting the chamber, doing a dry fire drill, and generally looking for visual defects. Megujin determines the rifle to be well maintained. Passing it back he only nods to confirm that its acceptable.

Slowly and audibly stepping out to the left, he notices the man in the middle is quite young, 16 if he was to estimate. "Name?"

cockily looking at the man of superior station he should not be insulting in any way, shape or form he replies with "Jochi Khasar but you can just call me Joch"

Restraining himself from beating the little sh*t right there and then, Megujin holds out has hand for the weapon, being presented with a sword. inspecting it he runs his hand along what should be the sharp bit but notices its quite dull, in addition he spots a few cracks and chips. Jochi's smirk is quickly turned upside down when Megujin punches him directly in the face out of nowhere before throwing the sword on the ground to his left, which bounces off the deck and into the mountain range. screaming "YOU LITTLE F*CKING SH*T, HOW DARE YOU NOT MAINTAIN YOUR WEAPON PROPERLY" He screams at the boy who had been driven to his knees "YOU ARE AN AMATEUR, NOT FIT TO BE BEFORE ME, YOU INSULT EVERY ONE OF US BY REFUSING TO PREPARE PROPERLY, I OUGHT TO THROW YOU OVERBOARD YOU F*CK. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR SH*T FOR BRAINS SMUG FACE UNTIL YOU LEARN TO NOT OFFEND ME WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE" he takes a second to breath as Jochi looks up at him with tears in his eyes, Megujin proceeds to punch him again in the face driving him onto his back, putting his boot on his neck and lightly pressing down as Jochi struggles. somewhat breathing heavily, he calmy asks "Command Duty Officer"

The CDO, undisturbed by what he see's simply approaches "Sir?"

"This swine is now unassigned from the mission, inform his captain he is to recieve 50 lashes via the Cat O'Nine tails, but tell him to keep it below deck to avoid triggering an avalanche in the valley" lifting his boot off of the boys neck.

"At Once" he walks off as some of the other members of the crew pick the now bloodied form of Jochi and drag him off to follow behind the CDO. Megujin takes a second to calm himself down before approaching the last man, the one he knows goes by the name of "Bolek Zhańbiony".

"I'm not in a good mood so i suggest you be better behaved then that idiot, present your weapon for inspection and give me your name" (Worklaw, your turn here.)

Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, Irithylle, Worklaw, and 2 othersSerdian republic, and Egoia

Arvug wrote:Baataryn Flot

The official Arvugian internal government memo on the tribute ceremony states that the envoy's must be overwhelmed with sensory input prior to meeting the Khan, in accordance with this, as the Crown prince docks into the city, a massive loud parade is organised, meals being cooked by street vendors contributing to a wide variety of smells, jovial members of the crowd firing fireworks contributing to auditory and visual stimulation, and the energy of the crowd being heightened by some of the free drinks being passed around by suspiciously sober members of the Public Guard Watch. As the Prince on the deck of his ship is about to board the city, an honour guard of members of the Public Guard Watch and the Royal Guard assemble in opposing lines on the dock as their respective superiors yell "PRESENT ARMS".

A man wearing old fashioned Arvugian armour with a new M1911 in his chest holster can be seen barking these orders at the Public Guard, with the Deel underneath being of dark blue colour with white lines outlining the edges. His face freshly shaven, typical Arvugian features albeit with short trimmed hair, and a stern look in his eye as he observes the Prince while standing in between the lines of guards.

The docked envoy ship opens up and the first man off is the ship guard, followed by another man wearing a strange Arvugian/Worklawa uniform with a blue and purple sash whom waves fourth Crown Prince Jaropełk Sobieski of Worklaw, who exits carrying a weapon case. The prince is nearly knocked off his feet from the overwhelming sensations thrown at him and stumbles across the gangway to meet up with the leading Arvugian, his eyes catching every detail and taking in everything as his nose and ears get plugged by smells of food and defend by crowds respectively. He comes to stand in front of who he presumes to be the one who'll take him to the Great Khan, with his strange uniformed fellow standing behind him, he stands straight and tall and announces himself.

"I, Crown Prince Jaropełk Sobieski of Worklaw, am here to meet your great ruler and to offer our nation's tribute, ensuring the future peace and prosperity of both our nations." He states clearly and sharply.

Arvug wrote:Tauberg Expedition, Schayne, Waldreich mountains. HMRS Khulan of Myangan Nulimsny

On the snow covered deck of the Khulan, the clouds parted to reveal very blue skies, three men stand in front of Lord Commander Megujin Amarsaikhan(in his combat gear previously seen), as he inspects them.

"You there, man on the left, name?" he questions

Answering back, the man on the left does the Arvugian salute of putting a fist to his chest "Kuzhuk Ariunbold, Lord Commander."

"From the Ariunbold clan eh? a real shame if what i see ends up souring my view of that clan." pacing around the three men, he stops once again front of them "You have been assigned a recon task inside the target settlement, but before we get into the briefing i will, in accordance with the Basic Law, inspect your equipment prior to a mission. Now beginning with you Ariunbold, hold out your rifle"

Kuzhuk holds his rifle directly out in front of him horizontally as Megujin lifts it off his hands, Megujin notices that his rifle is a Mosin Nagant, racking the bolt back and forth and inspecting the chamber, doing a dry fire drill, and generally looking for visual defects. Megujin determines the rifle to be well maintained. Passing it back he only nods to confirm that its acceptable.

Slowly and audibly stepping out to the left, he notices the man in the middle is quite young, 16 if he was to estimate. "Name?"

cockily looking at the man of superior station he should not be insulting in any way, shape or form he replies with "Jochi Khasar but you can just call me Joch"

Restraining himself from beating the little sh*t right there and then, Megujin holds out has hand for the weapon, being presented with a sword. inspecting it he runs his hand along what should be the sharp bit but notices its quite dull, in addition he spots a few cracks and chips. Jochi's smirk is quickly turned upside down when Megujin punches him directly in the face out of nowhere before throwing the sword on the ground to his left, which bounces off the deck and into the mountain range. screaming "YOU LITTLE F*CKING SH*T, HOW DARE YOU NOT MAINTAIN YOUR WEAPON PROPERLY" He screams at the boy who had been driven to his knees "YOU ARE AN AMATEUR, NOT FIT TO BE BEFORE ME, YOU INSULT EVERY ONE OF US BY REFUSING TO PREPARE PROPERLY, I OUGHT TO THROW YOU OVERBOARD YOU F*CK. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR SH*T FOR BRAINS SMUG FACE UNTIL YOU LEARN TO NOT OFFEND ME WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE" he takes a second to breath as Jochi looks up at him with tears in his eyes, Megujin proceeds to punch him again in the face driving him onto his back, putting his boot on his neck and lightly pressing down as Jochi struggles. somewhat breathing heavily, he calmy asks "Command Duty Officer"

The CDO, undisturbed by what he see's simply approaches "Sir?"

"This swine is now unassigned from the mission, inform his captain he is to recieve 50 lashes via the Cat O'Nine tails, but tell him to keep it below deck to avoid triggering an avalanche in the valley" lifting his boot off of the boys neck.

"At Once" he walks off as some of the other members of the crew pick the now bloodied form of Jochi and drag him off to follow behind the CDO. Megujin takes a second to calm himself down before approaching the last man, the one he knows goes by the name of "Bolek Zhańbiony".

"I'm not in a good mood so i suggest you be better behaved then that idiot, present your weapon for inspection and give me your name" (Worklaw, your turn here.)

Bolek Zhańbiony standing straight and to attention mirrors the Arvugian salute and answers clearly and loudly. "I am Bolek Zhańbiony, this is my weapon." He slings it off his back and holds it in presentation for his commander to take. "It is a Worklawa MIR-1895 manufactured in 1914 and cleaned yesterday." He states proudly.

The rifle, one in the hands of Megujin would seem rather clean and well maintained, the scope freshly polished the barrel shining and the parts smooth and sliding in place like brand new, only a small bit of dirt can be seen staining the wood near the butt of the stock from the weapon's age and heavy use. Most notable though, about this rifle, is that it would have copper engravings and a tiny copper crest on the bolt, a practice that's done to weapons meant for notable people.

Arvug, Hurtgenwald, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic

Worklaw wrote:

The docked envoy ship opens up and the first man off is the ship guard, followed by another man wearing a strange Arvugian/Worklawa uniform with a blue and purple sash whom waves fourth Crown Prince Jaropełk Sobieski of Worklaw, who exits carrying a weapon case. The prince is nearly knocked off his feet from the overwhelming sensations thrown at him and stumbles across the gangway to meet up with the leading Arvugian, his eyes catching every detail and taking in everything as his nose and ears get plugged by smells of food and defend by crowds respectively. He comes to stand in front of who he presumes to be the one who'll take him to the Great Khan, with his strange uniformed fellow standing behind him, he stands straight and tall and announces himself.

"I, Crown Prince Jaropełk Sobieski of Worklaw, am here to meet your great ruler and to offer our nation's tribute, ensuring the future peace and prosperity of both our nations." He states clearly and sharply.

Bolek Zhańbiony standing straight and to attention mirrors the Arvugian salute and answers clearly and loudly. "I am Bolek Zhańbiony, this is my weapon." He slings it off his back and holds it in presentation for his commander to take. "It is a Worklawa MIR-1895 manufactured in 1914 and cleaned yesterday." He states proudly.

The rifle, one in the hands of Megujin would seem rather clean and well maintained, the scope freshly polished the barrel shining and the parts smooth and sliding in place like brand new, only a small bit of dirt can be seen staining the wood near the butt of the stock from the weapon's age and heavy use. Most notable though, about this rifle, is that it would have copper engravings and a tiny copper crest on the bolt, a practice that's done to weapons meant for notable people.

HMRS Myangan Nulimsny, Waldreich Mountains, Wielbelkia

Megujin carefully inspects the weapon, although the rest of the rifle seems completely fine, he visibly frowns at the engravings on the rifle, handing it back to Bolek, he replies "Engravings....only make you a target of trophy hunters, you'd do best to remember that both out here and in port." leaving it as that, Megujin stands in front of the two men. "You two have been assigned a recon mission into the target location, you are to blend in with the civilian population, primarily a working class town, in order to observe the expected amount of guards, major locations of interest, spaces people congregate at and at what time, and to generally make the investigators post incident less suspicious about any ulterior details of the raid. The Captain of the Talkchin has generously provided a small transport ship for you to head down in, i want you back within a week. Understood?"

Kuzhuk, standing next to Bolek salutes .

[Scene change]
Baataryn flot
The freshly shaven man with the blue deel, elaborate armour and chest holster does the typical Arvugian salute. "I am Khagatai Darmalai, Master of the Watch, i will be responsible for escorting you and your party to his Exalted Majesty, Your visit was illtimed with the ongoing celebrations so i must warn against interacting with the crowd today, a regret of course." Khagatai says in a smooth tone of voice, as if it was rehearsed prior.

5 members of the watch's honour guard standing opposite of the royal guard quickly run in between the lines and make a formation of two men in the front, two men in the back, and another man further back. With enough space for the party to fit in the middle.

"His Exalted Majesty was expecting your father today, apologies in advance if his gift isn't to your tastes, young Prince." Khagatai voices.

Wielbelkia, Worklaw, and Serdian republic

Egoia wrote:With that the group continued along their way to Dinsmark. The procession would pass through any towns and the likes on their march towards the capital and it would indeed be quite the site to any travelers along the roads. Superstitious or religious folks could feel very unnerved and even terrified of this group, as it was as if a dark shadow followed them wherever they went. Those brave enough to talk to them would find however a great, if not a bit eccentric, compassion among this procession even while the feeling of void and shadow lingered around this group.

The group, having absolutely zero funds, would simply either barter with jewelry or other goods for supplies if needed and even would provide free food and water to the less fortunate, with the "blessings of the void" on their lips. The Cult also would not stop in inns or hotels, rather they would take camp outside villages. There songs and calls and even prayers might be heard, rituals to a dark god, or thanks for protecting them along their journey, or just to creep people out, no one could be certain.

When they finally arrived to their destination along the outskirts of the city they would indeed present the most peculiar site and, indeed, the procession would be enamored by the city and it's splendor, at the same time slightly abhorred by any poverty they see. The procession would then ask for directions to the ministry of foreign affairs and make their way there.

Naturally when the foreign minister was informed an Egoian procession wanted to meet him he shot the idea down faster than any flak battalion could hope. Instead he assigned it to one of the subordinate ministers, who assigned it to another and so forth until it reached a minister of one of the smaller parties, namely the KPW. Pommle Apfelbaum was the first one in the trickling line of ministers to have any interest in meeting the Egoians. Though maybe not so much this particular group but they didn't exactly get many of them in Wielbelkia (unless one counts the Staalgradians who fled during the revolution) so he had an accountant inform them to send a representative to his office.

Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Worklaw, Serdian republic, and 1 otherEgoia

Wielbelkia wrote:
Naturally when the foreign minister was informed an Egoian procession wanted to meet him he shot the idea down faster than any flak battalion could hope. Instead he assigned it to one of the subordinate ministers, who assigned it to another and so forth until it reached a minister of one of the smaller parties, namely the KPW. Pommle Apfelbaum was the first one in the trickling line of ministers to have any interest in meeting the Egoians. Though maybe not so much this particular group but they didn't exactly get many of them in Wielbelkia (unless one counts the Staalgradians who fled during the revolution) so he had an accountant inform them to send a representative to his office.

Despite the massive annoyance this caused the procession, the head of the procession agreed and made her way to this Party Minister. She went alone in her hooded robes that seemed blacker than black as she moved through the streets to the KPW HQ. Once there she waited patiently for this minister to appear. She clenched her staff and uttered prayers under her breath.

Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, Worklaw, and Serdian republic

Egoia

Staalgrad Outskirts, A workshop
The workshop would smell of oil, sweat, and coffee. A chalkboard covered in drawings and equations would be on a wall with a sleeping man with short hair and in a labcoat with glasses and a bottle of rum in hand.

A woman in a tank top with pink short hair would come in with a cup of coffee with a man in Military fatigues and kick the sleeping man in the shins. “wh- where? Oh.” He looks up, “Was up?”

The woman hands him a coffee, “Doctor Night, this is Sergei Staalinov, a member of the free militias, he wants to see how our research has come along.

He looks up at the man sipping his coffee and rubbing his eyes, “Oh so you’re the fellow I was told to expect... well follow me I guess...” he gets up and adjusts his glasses as he turns to the chalkboard, “In essence we’ve been working on a design on a plane that could be capable of international flight. The other nations use primarily blimps and airships for this task but we think that planes could be a much more effective method as they’re faster, more agile and are more cheaply made. This also would make international trade and diplomacy easier for agents. In essence the engines we have been using are incapable for such long flight. So what we’ve been working on is an engine capable of more lift that is more fuel effecient. So what we have is that the propellers will actively feed air into the engines, in doing so the engines will ignite fuel and provide a boost from the backside of it, there by allowing one to get up and go faster and allowing the plane to spend most of it’s time gliding. In essence it is a modification of Pradian Gas Turbine engines enabling more flight time and saving space and weight than we would if we used Radial engines.”

The military man nods, “I see, so how much time do you need to out together a prototype?”

The doctor thinks as he sips his coffee, making an annoying slurping sound, “About 3 weeks.”

The military man nods, “I’ll be back in three weeks then. Good Luck Doctor.”

Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia

Egoia wrote:Despite the massive annoyance this caused the procession, the head of the procession agreed and made her way to this Party Minister. She went alone in her hooded robes that seemed blacker than black as she moved through the streets to the KPW HQ. Once there she waited patiently for this minister to appear. She clenched her staff and uttered prayers under her breath.

The Kommunistische Partei Wielbelka's "HQ" was an office building in the Lichtenberg district of Dinsmark. The building itself used to be a factory before it was repurposed by the KPW as their main office. Apfelbaum soon arrived to greet her.

"Pardon the change of location but the Foreign Ministry isn't exactly welcome of most people from our southern border. They only recently removed the income requirement for ministers so most of them are nobility." he explained. "In fact I'm surprised that none of them called for security forces." he muttered before clearing his throat. "Now if you'll just follow me to my office we can discuss what brings you and your procession here."

Egoia wrote:Staalgrad Outskirts, A workshop
The workshop would smell of oil, sweat, and coffee. A chalkboard covered in drawings and equations would be on a wall with a sleeping man with short hair and in a labcoat with glasses and a bottle of rum in hand.

A woman in a tank top with pink short hair would come in with a cup of coffee with a man in Military fatigues and kick the sleeping man in the shins. “wh- where? Oh.” He looks up, “Was up?”

The woman hands him a coffee, “Doctor Night, this is Sergei Staalinov, a member of the free militias, he wants to see how our research has come along.

He looks up at the man sipping his coffee and rubbing his eyes, “Oh so you’re the fellow I was told to expect... well follow me I guess...” he gets up and adjusts his glasses as he turns to the chalkboard, “In essential we’ve been working on a design on a plane that could be capable of international flight. The other nations use primarily blimps and airships for this task but we think that planes could be a much more effective method as they’re faster, more agile and are more cheaply made. This also would make international trade and diplomacy easier for agents. In essence the engines we have been using are incapable for such long flight. So what we’ve been working on is an engine capable of more lift that is more fuel efficient. So what we have is that the propellers will actively feed air into the engines, in doing so the engines will ignite fuel and provide a boost from the backside of it, there by allowing one to get up and go faster and allowing the plane to spend most of it’s time gliding. In essence it is a modification of Pradian Gas Turbine engines enabling more flight time and saving space and weight than we would if we used Radial engines.”

The military man nods, “I see, so how much time do you need to out together a prototype?”

The doctor thinks as he sips his coffee, making an annoying slurping sound, “About 3 weeks.”

The military man nods, “I’ll be back in three weeks then. Good Luck Doctor.”

(Sudentor Gründer Industries would like to know your location)

Khaos Invaders, Serdian republic, and Egoia

Wielbelkia wrote:The Kommunistische Partei Wielbelka's "HQ" was an office building in the Lichtenberg district of Dinsmark. The building itself used to be a factory before it was repurposed by the KPW as their main office. Apfelbaum soon arrived to greet her.

"Pardon the change of location but the Foreign Ministry isn't exactly welcome of most people from our southern border. They only recently removed the income requirement for ministers so most of them are nobility." he explained. "In fact I'm surprised that none of them called for security forces." he muttered before clearing his throat. "Now if you'll just follow me to my office we can discuss what brings you and your procession here."

(Sudentor Gründer Industries would like to know your location)

The woman follows him and sighs, “Our purpose was to establish an embassy of sorts or at least a church for the cult of the void. I suspect neither of those will happen. The only reason I’m here is curiosity as to why you fellows haven’t risen up yet.” She looks around at the old factory, “I’ll assume the nobility killed a lot of your people after we rose up and committed regicide and scattered the children across egoia.” She smiles, “Oh I did find it funny that we made that border guard fellow mad. He was humorous.”

Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia

Egoia wrote:The woman follows him and sighs, “Our purpose was to establish an embassy of sorts or at least a church for the cult of the void. I suspect neither of those will happen. The only reason I’m here is curiosity as to why you fellows haven’t risen up yet.” She looks around at the old factory, “I’ll assume the nobility killed a lot of your people after we rose up and committed regicide and scattered the children across egoia.” She smiles, “Oh I did find it funny that we made that border guard fellow mad. He was humorous.”

Apfelbaum grimaced slightly but quickly covered it up.

"Indeed, well; our progenitor party split on those lines and our more revolution minded comrades met an... unfortunate end at the intelligence service's hands. I'm pretty sure the only reason they let us stick around is because the old fart doesn't want to agitate the people too much before he passes the crown to his power hungry brat." he sighed before continuing "But that's where you come in, we don't get a lot of official or unofficial news about what happens in Egoia outside blatant propaganda from the state. An interview of sorts published in our own newspaper, The Red Flag, about how life really is in Egoia could get more people to question the current state line."

(Wielbelkian communist quickly discovers that the hated nobility actually have good reasons for avoiding interaction with E*oians)

Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic

Wielbelkia wrote:Apfelbaum grimaced slightly but quickly covered it up.

"Indeed, well; our progenitor party split on those lines and our more revolution minded comrades met an... unfortunate end at the intelligence service's hands. I'm pretty sure the only reason they let us stick around is because the old fart doesn't want to agitate the people too much before he passes the crown to his power hungry brat." he sighed before continuing "But that's where you come in, we don't get a lot of official or unofficial news about what happens in Egoia outside blatant propaganda from the state. An interview of sorts published in our own newspaper, The Red Flag, about how life really is in Egoia could get more people to question the current state line."

She smiles and gasps, “Ooh perfect! Well what things do they say about us? Is this about the pagan and witches and taoists? The alleged human sacrifice? Our lack of currency?” She tilts her head, “Oh or maybe you want to know about the attack an egoian insurrectionist cell did on Pradia’s ministry of the interior?”

Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia

Arvug wrote:(Wielbelkian communist quickly discovers that the hated nobility actually have good reasons for avoiding interaction with E*oians)

( :^) )

Egoia wrote:She smiles and gasps, “Ooh perfect! Well what things do they say about us? Is this about the pagan and witches and taoists? The alleged human sacrifice? Our lack of currency?” She tilts her head, “Oh or maybe you want to know about the attack an egoian insurrectionist cell did on Pradia’s ministry of the interior?”

Apfelbaum cleared his throat. "Well yes, that and various stories from Staalgradian ex-pats who spin tales along those lines. I recall one claiming Victoria Saoirse herself personally executed their grandfather by beating him to death bare handed. But staying on topic, a general idea of what daily life is like would be a good start."

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Apfelbaum cleared his throat. "Well yes, that and various stories from Staalgradian ex-pats who spin tales along those lines. I recall one claiming Victoria Saoirse herself personally executed their grandfather by beating him to death bare handed. But staying on topic, a general idea of what daily life is like would be a good start."

The woman bursts out laughing, “Well that’s partially true. Yes she beat her grandfather but not to death and not in an execution. Her grandfather was an ex-brawler. He raised her after her father passed away in a factory accident her mother fell into a deep depression and died of a broken heart. Her grandfather took her in and he taught her how to fight and how to take care of herself. She got beat up alot but her grandda wasn’t cruel, always healed her wounds, got her ice cream a few times. Her grand da was the one her introduced her to Max Stirner and anarchist ideas. Her grandfather died at the age of 67 peacefully in his sleep, two years before the revolution in Egoia.” She rubs her staff, “As for the average Egoian... it depends on what Egoian you ask. In the cities the average Egoian sleeps usually until 10 or 11 in the morning. From there they get breakfast usually in a local café with a set of pastries To choose from made by some bakers in the town. Afterwards they head to work, which usually lasts for one to two hours and then they head out of work and do whatever for the rest of the day. A lot of egoians devote themselves to philosophical seminars, art, cooking, drinking, partying or researching. Some egoians are in societies like the cult of the void for instance. The Strannikvolk on the otherhand are alqays moving, they take shifts in the moving tribes in their living trucks which are like small moving tents, these trucks are usually guarded with some sort of smaller barrack trucks with a gun attached to them. Occasionally the Strannikvolk make their way to their holy places and make offerings to their gods or collect Seperentwood. The Free Militia and Free Fleet Egoians, despite their names, live seperate lives. The free militias spend all day training, at least until night when they drink. They’re a mostly non-hierarchal militia with democratic officers. They’re made of the remnants of marxists and syndicalists. The Free fleets are in essence pirates. rather than the usual unseemly pirates they drink, fish and worship a spirit of the sea and sky. And that’s pretty much it.”

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Egoia wrote:The woman bursts out laughing, “Well that’s partially true. Yes she beat her grandfather but not to death and not in an execution. Her grandfather was an ex-brawler. He raised her after her father passed away in a factory accident her mother fell into a deep depression and died of a broken heart. Her grandfather took her in and he taught her how to fight and how to take care of herself. She got beat up alot but her grandda wasn’t cruel, always healed her wounds, got her ice cream a few times. Her grand da was the one her introduced her to Max Stirner and anarchist ideas. Her grandfather died at the age of 67 peacefully in his sleep, two years before the revolution in Egoia.” She rubs her staff, “As for the average Egoian... it depends on what Egoian you ask. In the cities the average Egoian sleeps usually until 10 or 11 in the morning. From there they get breakfast usually in a local café with a set of pastries To choose from made by some bakers in the town. Afterwards they head to work, which usually lasts for one to two hours and then they head out of work and do whatever for the rest of the day. A lot of egoians devote themselves to philosophical seminars, art, cooking, drinking, partying or researching. Some egoians are in societies like the cult of the void for instance. The Strannikvolk on the otherhand are alqays moving, they take shifts in the moving tribes in their living trucks which are like small moving tents, these trucks are usually guarded with some sort of smaller barrack trucks with a gun attached to them. Occasionally the Strannikvolk make their way to their holy places and make offerings to their gods or collect Seperentwood. The Free Militia and Free Fleet Egoians, despite their names, live seperate lives. The free militias spend all day training, at least until night when they drink. They’re a mostly non-hierarchal militia with democratic officers. They’re made of the remnants of marxists and syndicalists. The Free fleets are in essence pirates. rather than the usual unseemly pirates they drink, fish and worship a spirit of the sea and sky. And that’s pretty much it.”

"Interesting." Apfelbaum said as he made notes on it. "You mentioned this cult of the void a few times, since you're a representative of them I'm curious what this religion is actually about."
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Wielbelkia wrote:"Interesting." Apfelbaum said as he made notes on it. "You mentioned this cult of the void a few times, since you're a representative of them I'm curious what this religion is actually about."
(top 10 photos taken moments before disaster)

"well" she thinks, "It's not exactly the same everywhere. The Cult of the void practice chaos magicks. Some of us worship the void in itself, this great nothingness that is the beginning and end of all things. Others are atheistic and simply follow it as a philosophy. There is nothing. Morality is a lie. Reality is subjective. Truth doesn't exist. Nothing is real and all things are permitted. We do what we do based on our own personal values, and thus we oppose that which would seek to enchain us, the state, capitalism, etc." she shrugs, "it isn't a new idea."

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Egoia wrote:"well" she thinks, "It's not exactly the same everywhere. The Cult of the void practice chaos magicks. Some of us worship the void in itself, this great nothingness that is the beginning and end of all things. Others are atheistic and simply follow it as a philosophy. There is nothing. Morality is a lie. Reality is subjective. Truth doesn't exist. Nothing is real and all things are permitted. We do what we do based on our own personal values, and thus we oppose that which would seek to enchain us, the state, capitalism, etc." she shrugs, "it isn't a new idea."

"Uhuh" Apfelbaum said as he made a mental note 'Add Cult of the Void to list of anti-revolutionary religions'. "That does sound somewhat similar to the old Nyx Cult from bygone times, albeit with less apocalyptic desires. Anyway, anything you'd like to directly say to the people?"

Wielbelkia wrote:"Uhuh" Apfelbaum said as he made a mental note 'Add Cult of the Void to list of anti-revolutionary religions'. "That does sound somewhat similar to the old Terminus Cult from bygone times, albeit with less apocalyptic desires. Anyway, anything you'd like to directly say to the people?"

She thinks, "If nothing else death is always egalitarian." she smiles, "that's an old Staalkastel saying from before the revolution, rings true around the world. King, pauper and peasant all die in the end."

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Egoia wrote:She thinks, "If nothing else death is always egalitarian." she smiles, "that's an old Staalkastel saying from before the revolution, rings true around the world. King, pauper and peasant all die in the end."

"Well that will be all on that front, feel free to continue exploring the city; though I'd suggest steering clear of any patrols. Army or police. I have to hand this in if you'll excuse me." he said wrapping things up.

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Wielbelkia wrote:"Well that will be all on that front, feel free to continue exploring the city; though I'd suggest steering clear of any patrols. Army or police. I have to hand this in if you'll excuse me." he said wrapping things up.

“Of course” she bows and makes her way back to her procession as they spent the night in the outskirts of the city.

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Egoia wrote:Morality is a lie. Truth doesn't exist. Nothing is real and all things are permitted.

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(Later)
"So suffice to say it wasn't very productive comrade. I believe Irithylle would be better long term allies in any potential revolution." Apfelbaum reported. The Congressman he was reporting to hummed to himself as he looked over the notes. "Unfortunate, I'll share this with the rest of the Central Committee in our next meeting. In the mean time, continue keeping an eye on things in the Foreign Ministry."

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